Curtains open,
a band of rosy yellow bleeds 
upwards
behind dark firs
into a pale sky:
another day of grace. 

My mottled, age-altering skin
and sinews
carry my history,
ride under my costumes 
and in my gestures - 
displaying old stories. 

My feet carry me along
the earth, my home,
while my hands
and heart 
still seek.